I’m releasing it with the other “singles” ahead of the album, as a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and every-where.

To the Dreamer in your own soul.

In Memory of Videl Diaz Mariscal,

A “Saint” i met in the “City of Angels”

… gone too soon at a local hospital

where I sang him this song …

he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…

Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”

He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.

Videl was ALWAYS smiling

his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious …

his energy … glowed

Besides the gardening,

he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,

and

Videl was my friend.

When he told me they had put him on some Meds, + sheepishly showed me the bottle … I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits. Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but … still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription … and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on … OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….

I still wish I could have saved his life some-how.

It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing. That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere. Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him bc I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.

Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC…

This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.

The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person i met at both of the hospitals.

Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder …

but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared … the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me “ mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.

And

this song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved "CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.

The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not

As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …

and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …

I’m releasing it with the other “singles” ahead of the album, as a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and every-where.

To the Dreamer in your own soul.

In Memory of Videl Diaz Mariscal,

A “Saint” i met in the “City of Angels”

… gone too soon at a local hospital

where I sang him this song …

he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…

Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”

He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.

Videl was ALWAYS smiling

his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious …

his energy … glowed

Besides the gardening,

he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,

and

Videl was my friend.

When he told me they had put him on some Meds, + sheepishly showed me the bottle … I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits. Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but … still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription … and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on … OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….

I still wish I could have saved his life some-how.

It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing. That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere. Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him bc I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.

Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC…

This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.

The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person i met at both of the hospitals.

Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder …

but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared … the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me “ mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.

And

this song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved "CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.

The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not

As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …

and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …

I’m releasing it with the other “singles” ahead of the album, as a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and every-where.

To the Dreamer in your own soul.

In Memory of Videl Diaz Mariscal,

A “Saint” i met in the “City of Angels”

… gone too soon at a local hospital

where I sang him this song …

he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…

Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”

He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.

Videl was ALWAYS smiling

his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious …

his energy … glowed

Besides the gardening,

he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,

and

Videl was my friend.

When he told me they had put him on some Meds, + sheepishly showed me the bottle … I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits. Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but … still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription … and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on … OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….

I still wish I could have saved his life some-how.

It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing. That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere. Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him bc I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.

Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC…

This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.

The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person i met at both of the hospitals.

Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder …

but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared … the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me “ mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.

And

this song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved "CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.

The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not

As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …

and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …

PRESS RELEASE : LOS ANGELES, CA. – April 28, 2017 – Indie film, eVe N’ god ; this female is not yet rated™ described as “1 day in the epiphany of a 21st century girl, who kissed a girl™ the all female crewed womens’ rights, lgbtq rights, civil rights, climate-science themed production directed by first timer, actress / singer-songwriter Cali Lili, has been selected by the Independent Filmmakers’ IFS Festival for a special screening at

The motion picture co-stars iconic Indie Spirits Award nominee, Wings Hauser as Doctor Godard, with Cali Lili as eVe, Candace Burney as “Lila” and is “Triple F rated,” meaning that it was written, directed and produced by a woman, making it one of the first ( if not the first) narrative motion pictures made primarily by women.

In fact, this production began promoting it’s “all female crew” status, as far back as 2011, perhaps setting the current trend. The allegorical avant garde indie “romance in the key of rock N’roll” is also described : “ A Rock N’ Roll Sci-Fi Dream as the Global Girl awakens to the Legacy of Herself” is dedicated on-screen to victims of violence against the lgbtq community, women, and persons of color as well as indigenous cultures and climate science, especially ocean-related communities .

An eclectic soundtrack is sourced from the indie rock debut album “ Cali Lili ; this female is not yet rated “™ The production was shot near the Cali Lili Indies™ feMt0 studi0™ which is Cali Lili’s tiny, up cycled, sustainable / green “SurfShack Loft” studio at the Venice Canals in Venice Beach California.

I’m releasing it with the other “singles” ahead of the album, as a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and every-where.

To the Dreamer in your own soul.

In Memory of Videl Diaz Mariscal,

A “Saint” i met in the “City of Angels”

… gone too soon at a local hospital

where I sang him this song …

he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…

Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”

He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.

Videl was ALWAYS smiling

his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious …

his energy … glowed

Besides the gardening,

he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,

and

Videl was my friend.

When he told me they had put him on some Meds, + sheepishly showed me the bottle … I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits. Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but … still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription … and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on … OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….

I still wish I could have saved his life some-how.

It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing. That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere. Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him bc I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.

Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC…

This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.

The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person i met at both of the hospitals.

Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder …

but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared … the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me “ mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.

And

this song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved "CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.

The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not

As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …

and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …